Светит свет в ночи, тусклый свет во тьме. Почему чертанья размытые? Нужно копоть смыть, чтобы яркий свет жизнь всю осветил. Светит свет в ночи, яркий свет Христа. Затемнила его я копотью всех грехов и желаний плотских своих. А потом хочу видеть путь во тьме, в этом мире обмана и корысти. Нечистот полна вся вокруг среда. Бог омоет грех, даст увидеть срам, что вокруг меня, что внутри меня. Встрепенусь тода, ужас осознав - что Господний гнев должен быть на мне, что ведь Он - Святой, греша, грязна я. Как прийти к Нему, как войти мне в дом, коль одежды нет белой [неземной] праздничной. Срамота земли прихорошена и хотим считать - это красота. Видит Бог насквозь, обнажит глазам срамоту души - идолам служить - вот желанный вкус. Побороть нельзя Господа закон. Он нарушен был. Наказанье вслед. Мы обречаны! Кто поможет нам? Справедливый Бог гнев обрушит в раз, и сгорим в огне за греши сердец. Бога пренебрег выбрали кумир. Души посадив в клетку к дьяволу, став слугою зла, Бога отреклись. А Бог готовил план для несчастных нас, прежде, до времён, приготовил путь ко спасенью нам. Жертвою, грехом сделал Бог Христа - Сына Своего. На невинного срам весь возложён. Он понёс наш грех, противленья все, и вознёс на крест тыжесть нечистот. Поражён за нас на Голгофе Бог... Смерть - цена за грех. Её принял Он, добровольно снёс весь позор за нас. Умерщвлён Им грех. Его [больше] силы нет! Справедливый гнев удовлетворён.



Осознав свой грех, пред Святым Лицом, пала ниц я в прах. Только во Христе видя к Богу путь. Смыла кровь грехи, сердца весь порок. Мой Господь, Ты, Бог умер за меня. Сердцем приняла жертву я Христа. Оправдание получила я кровию с креста. Праведность Его мне дана взамен на тряпьё греха. Это благодать непостижимая!

Он меня пленил Своей красотой. Красота любви нежной и святой, преданной любви. Чистой, как ручей горных, что журчит. Я восхищена мудростью Отца, что [придумал] готовил план, как принять меня. Вот теперь я с Ним, нет дороже мне ничего крови праведной Христа. Силы мне даёт видеть благодать. Благодать спасла, благодать хранит. Освящение моё довершит, приведя меня во врата Небес. Счастье - созерцать красоту Христа. Милось без кноца, незаслуженно мне подарена. Каждый сердца стук, каждый лёгких вдох - милость Божия, дарит [мне] Он сейчас. Лишь по милости существую я. Заслужила я только гнев за грех, противлению не было конца. Но Бог вскрыл мой грех в свете святости. Осознав всё я была поражена - почему живу до сих пор всё я? Почему не смёл Бог меня с земли, от лица Его? Этого Он ждал, знал, придёт момент, осознаю я и спасёт меня. В Свой покой Он ввёл, разум мне даёт радоваться в Нём. Нет дороже мне радости креста. Воскресение победило смерть. Бога я узрю - будет счастья верх! И сейчас уже могу заглянуть в торжество Небес. Бога познавать - это цель моя. Для Него живу. Моя часть - мой Бог. Высше нет Его. Совершенство - Он. Бог мой и Творец. Для Себя творил человечество. наслаждаясь в Нём суть находим мы, наконец поняв для чего сотворены. Прославлять Творца - радости венец. Кровию Христа доступ вновь открыт. Приходи, бери даром благодать! Нищим приходи, заплатить нельзя ничем за благодать.

~

22 февраля 2007

looking back, i say

- Yes, Lord, what ever it takes...

Your boundless love

conquered my boundless sin

and mercy's arms were opened wide



the holy wrath has been removed





Oh, the precious blood that flowed from mercy's side

washed away my sin when Christ, my Savior died

Oh, the precious blood, of Chist the crusified

it speaks for me before Your throne

where i stand justified

i'm justified

justified

или продолжение истории Марины и Фионы





An Italian predicamentWhen she finally arrived in Milan, Fiona Carr was tired from the long flight and eager to get to her hotel room. She was excited, though, for tomorrow that would bring adventure. This was her first assignment as a journalist studying cultures in different countries. As Fiona got past the hassles and bribery of the unknown world of a foreign airport, she found a cab to take her to the airport.



As the cab turned a corner, a young woman was crossing the street. The horn blazed loudly instead of brakes screeching, the driver yelled curses in Italian, maneuvering the car but failed to leave the woman unharmed. Fiona looked out her window horrified, and mad at the driver. She saw groceries flying everywhere; the pedestrian got up quickly to recover her scattered goods. The young woman was as calm as she could be. Fiona could not believe it! She yelled at the driver to stop, glad that her Italian was crisp now after six years of study. The stopped abruptly, jerking her forward, as the driver muttered something under his breath. Despite the pain in her arm from the jerk, she opened the door and told the driver to wait.







Coming to Italy was like a dream come true for Marina Serverovec. She had a perfect little family – a loving husband and their three beautiful girls. Their future held so many bright promises when Amir got the opportunity to move to Italy and work for a good company there instead of the poor Serbian one. Tears came to the woman’s eyes when she remembered her husband and their dream as she gathered her scattered goods after the taxi sent her flying off her feet. Marina’s husband was a bright young businessman at the age of 36. Italy would finally bring them to a better life that would reward all the years of hard work. The first six months were not bliss, but the family could feel the excitement of a new and better life. They all loved their new country and were quickly adapting, helping each other to learn the language better.



Now Marina just lost her husband three months ago, just six months after the move from Serbia. The 34 year old widow felt like a wounded deer fawn. She gathered the fallen potatoes and cucumbers, she felt that with the vegetables she got together her courage, determined not to cry, her arm reached for the packet with the long bread. At that moment a hurried gentle hand was by her side, picking up the beat up apples from the pavement. Marina lifted her eyes in wonder to see who that could be. A beautiful young concerned face met her gaze in a halo of bright auburn curls. The woman was in her middle twenties and looked very professional and neat. Why is she helping me?



Fiona was very sorry for the poor pedestrian and was amazed at how the young woman coped with this distress. Quietly she spoke up using her best and gentlest Italian, “Signora, please forgive us for causing this…this…predicament. The driver needed to be more careful when turning the corner. I’m very sorry…”



Marina was astonished, “Gracie,” she felt her Italian fade but quickly gathered her strength and gave Fiona a smile. “It is fine. Quite fine.” She now noticed that the young woman was a foreigner too in Italy. Italians know that drivers don’t pay attention to pedestrians. Marina smiled again thinking to herself that that girl must be American.



“Really that was rude of him to hit you like that! Let me help you carry your groceries to your home. Where do you live? I’ll pay for you to ride in my taxi.”



“Oh, that would not be necessary. I’m quite fine now.” Marina said, picked up the last bag and rose to her feet. “Thank you again. You are too kind. Thank you for helping me.”



“Signora, I insist. Please come with me. Look, you have injured your knee; surely you cannot walk this way,” exclaimed the fiery Fiona.



Marina just noticed that her knee was scraped the rough pavement, her stocking torn and bloody. “Well, if you insist…”



“Come,” Fiona opened the cab door and helped Marina get the bags into the back seat.



Once in the cab, Marina told where she lived and the car started to maneuver the tiny streets of Milan leading to a poor neighborhood where the Serverovec girls made their home. On the way the young women finally got each other’s names and found out about their native countries. Marina was a seamstress in a local small shop. Fiona could see that she was a skilled one after finding out that she sews all her and her daughters’ clothing. “That way we save money and my girls still get to wear nice things!” she laughed, pleased to have met such a nice woman in such a strange situation.



The tall apartment buildings finally stood before them. Fiona helped her new acquaintance with her groceries. They managed to get through the narrow foul smelling concrete stairs leading to the Serverovecs’ tiny room on the fifth floor. Three pretty little heads popped out the door when the women got to the flat. Fiona smiled at the shy girls, and they ran back into the room.

Finally, settled in her nice hotel room, the tired young journalist didn’t go to sleep after taking a shower, she was absorbed in her work. Fiona wrote about the incident with Marina and what she found out about the hardships of immigrants, of culture clashes, of strange traditions and of courage to live. And just a few hours ago she thought that only tomorrow would bring her adventure!



Late into the night, the light was finally turned off in Fiona’s nice smelling room and her head touched the soft pillow as the blankets caressed and snuggled her tired body. Her imagination was traveling into tomorrow, searching more adventure, seeking answers to the questions that now were raised in her mind. Tomorrow would come; she would go into the streets and find her answers in the strangest of situations.



On the other side of town, a poor little family rested in their home. Unaware of the lesson made to the journalist. The mother was glad to have met Fiona. And now she remembered that the young woman promised to visit them. Marina didn’t mind her asking questions, a lot of questions. She longed to let this burden fall from her lips. Sharing with someone makes the burden half as heavy.



Fiona and Marina both had to learn from the new friendship that was forming. Predicaments in a foreign country can lead to healing to answers and to great friendships.

Для эпиграфа





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Memory

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A letter to mommy

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[снег]

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her shoes

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Lamenting Deception

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unworthy

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[*порыв души уставшей от грязи* ~ a not-so-literary interpretation~]

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[школа доверия]

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[дом]

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[неужели]

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~"fiction" letter~

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A Gift for Kit: Wrapped in Rain and Tied With Wind

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Herding (the opposite of me)

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I stood in the doorway

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I don't remember

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There were no stars yet but the night wouldn’t come into reign until late in the evening. Late June evenings are always the longest to rule before darkness spreads across the earth.



A pleasantly warm evening cautiously descended upon the mountainside. A light sea breeze picked up a handful of thyme aroma and let it spread in the air. Another weak gust and Nita could smell it, inhaling deeply the sweetness of the mountains. The little girl’s shoulder-length brown hair moved gently around her as the wind caressed her face.



She loved this little corner of the Black Sea land. She loved those evenings full of mystery with their quietness and peace. Her home was just at the feet of a mountain range resting in a little hollow that was formed before the rise steepened to form the mountain side.



Soft silver bell ring were faintly heard in the middle of the summer. There seemed to be a steady ringing as if indeed some kid was playing with little bells making them fill the air with the slightest noise, like a hummed lullaby.



Nita was outside immersed in the sounds smells and silver colors of a soft lingering evening. She and her sister, Katie, would go out on such nights get up from the hollow where their little village house was hiding and let the descending night envelop them. The girls would hush their voices as not to disturb the stillness in the air. The peace was not broken but sustained by distant bark of a dog, or cows mooing. They would slowly go down the mountain side to sit at the warm stone steps of the unfinished shop that stood on the edge of the village as if on a pedestal overlooking the road below. The sisters would go out to wait for their father to come home from work.



This evening as the stars started to twinkle in the tired sky the time stood silver, glistening softly as the night approached its reign but was held away by light still trying desperately to hang on. The tension created silvery evenings. Once the moon was in view more silvery tones were shed upon the still warm earth. The night’s soft lullaby would not be sung but shown with glistening colors fading and appearing again in a slightly different tone.



The lullaby would draw the girls as they watched the sky with awe. A star there would be bluish and still another, on the other side of the town resting peacefully below was be the brightest white. Still they were all in silvery tones, reflecting each other, complementing, and calming gazing souls. The awe would still be there with the girls when their father would arrive guided by the stars. The sky would still be light even though night had descended upon the city. Mountains were always closer to the sky, closer to that place where darkness doesn’t take over but light and dark intermingle to create the soft silver lullabies.



As the father smiled at his girls and lead them home to rest he unexpectedly pulled out their favorite chocolate bar “Krepysh” wrapped in a colorful paper. As Nita and Katie cautiously tore the wrapping, something glistened in the night – a silver wrapping paper reflected the stars. The sweet mild chocolate smell filled the air with a new hint of peace, adding to the aromas of the quiet summer night. The silver moon glow showed the threesome the way to their home in the hollow. The night would reign but not with grey or black but silvery white.

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*На работе сказала что буду ехать в Россию на месяц. Уря, меня оставляют!



*Была на выходных женская конференция. Интересно было. Немного чувствовала себя не вовлечённой там... Главное купила хорошие книги абажаю книги (особенно хорошие)! Вера другие купила, так что будем делиться с ней. В одной книге (A Steadfast Heart) диск - огромное благословение. Там несколько песен, стихов, отрывков из Библии и молитв Пуритан. Это мне так нужно. Направляет душу. И там моя любимая песня, та к которой слова в эпиграфе моём (I will glory in my redeemer). Наслаждаюсь... Бог просто меня осыпает благословениями!



* Ещё вчера было крещение! Ах, как я люблю крещния! Они для меня самый лучший семейный праздник! Такие молодые братишки и сестрёнки (15-19 лет), такие сильные свидетельства, что Бог действительно касается мышления и изменяет. Евангелие так сильно, это наивысшая сила на земле, - сила Божия ко спасению и изменению душ. Это действительно чудо. Чудо.

Было десять крещаемых - 5 девчат и 5 ребят. Один из них мой бывший ученик в русской школе - Вадим. Я видела в нём изменение ещё раньше, осенью. Он сказал что он осенью покаялся. Его лицо стало другим. Так то я с ним не общаюсь и не знаю о его делах, характере...но всё равно перемену заметила. Слава Богу! Я так рада за Вадимку - Окасанкиного "сыночка" (он её младший братик).

Я вижу как Бог действительно меняет мышление...и это не что иное как чудо.



Miracles do happen! Every saved soul is a miracle, every day is a miracle.

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мне больно видеть боль. а боль, она реальна. и как же пережить? о, Боже, слышишь, Боже! нам больно, помоги, простри свои ладони, дай нам глоток воды живительной и чистой. из твоих рук святых дай принимать и боль и радость. но как сейчас понять что мы помочь не в силах? молю тебя, склонись над девочкой невинной, спаси её мой Бог. душа её - вот зов мой. Прошу, Господь, не дай ей смерти. Прошу, дай рай ей обрести. И если тело здесь погибнет, то дай ей вечность во Христе. Даруй спасенье, Боже Правый! ты силен, Господи, я знаю. В твоей руке и жизнь и смерть. и власть твоя, твоя по праву.

Да будет воля лишь твоя.